In all of the excitement of discovering that deer are sigynivorous and that some monotremes have skulls that look like something straight out of science fiction, one important fact was overlooked.
Not all of the skulls came. Six of the seven requisite deer skulls are on back-order, as are a few of the nightmare beasts.
Missing entirely are the cat skulls.
I have written before, at length, about the dearth of pickled cat cadavers for the Dead Cat Ballet, how I have conspired to make it nearly impossible for the human female to obtain stiff kitties at any price or within any reasonable time frame. Well, this same shortage means that cat head-bones are just as hard to come by as the rest of the beast. The seven cat skulls she ordered from the Purveyor of Head Bones are on indefinite back-order.
The human female has mulled this for a few days now, and she has come up with a solution that horrifies even me. I, who will stop at nothing and for no one in my bid for conquest, would never have come up with such a plan.
You see, the human female does still manage to order a few dead cats from time to time. The Anatomy and Physiology teaching assistants still dissect a few kitty cadavers as demonstrations for their students. At the end of the semester, there’s not much left of Mittens, if you get my meaning.
Perhaps you can see where this is going. I will spell it out, painfully, for you.
She has written to the POHB with the most bizarre notion ever to come out of her twisted soul. “What,” she asked, “if we cut the heads off a few of our used cat cadavers and mail them to you? Could you process them for skulls?”
I don’t know which is more appalling—that she would suggest it, that the POHB would agree to attempt the procedure, or that two of the human female’s minions would leap at the chance to perform the decapitations.
So here we have it:
A box of noggins.
All boxed up and ready to send. I’ve heard that preserved animals are difficult to process into good skeleton specimens. This will either end glory and shiny skulls or in tears and recriminations. I guess we will find out.
To be continued…